It had been one of those days. Buffy had gotten up late, barely had time to shower, didn’t eat breakfast, and then had to go to a boring class where she didn’t understand a thing. Not only did that happen, but she had to go see Giles who was determined to find something wrong with her and her training. She had a headache, she was cranky, and just wanted to take a bath and wash away the days stress.
She walked into the bathroom and ran the water. She then grabbed her Limp Bizkit CD and put it on repeat for "Break Stuff." She sank into the water and quietly rapped along with Fred Durst.
Angel had been tracking some stupid vampire all day. Although the vamp was stupid, it put up one hell of a fight. Angel was achy and he smelt like sewer. Needless to say, it was a bad day and he was cranky.
When he opened the door to the apartment and heard lyrics to "Break Stuff," he knew Buffy had had a bad day, too. He also knew that he would forget about his bad day and cure hers.
Angel quietly entered the bathroom. Buffy was lying in an ocean of bubbles and had a wash cloth over her face. She was a wake because he could hear her singing.
It’s just one of those days when you don’t want to wake up,
Everything is fucked, everybody sux.
You don’t really know why, but you wanna justify ripping someone’s head off.
No human contact and if you interact your life is on contract.
Your best bet is to stay away motherfucker.
It’s just one of those days.
Angel started to sing with her.
It’s all about the he says she says bullshit,
I think you better quit letting shit slip or you’ll be leaving with a fat lip.
It’s all the he says she says bullshit,
I think you better quit talkin’ that shit.
"Hey," he said.
"Hello, Lover."
"Bad day?"
"Mmmhmm."
"Want me to make it better?"
"Always, I’ll also help you with yours. Join me?"
Angel didn’t have to be asked twice. He quickly shed his clothing and entered the tub behind Buffy so he could wash her back. Angel lathered some Vanilla body wash into Buffy’s loufas (those little spongey thingys) and slowly started to wash her back. After finishing her back, Angel turned her around so she was facing him and he could wash her arms followed by her legs. After completing that, he lathered some more body wash into his hands and worked from her belly up to her chest. Buffy moaned as the sensations of her lover washed over her.
When Angel had finished, Buffy returned the favor. She first worked on getting the sewer out of his hair. She lathered some of his Pantene Pro-V in her hands and started to massage it on his scalp. Angel could already feel his body start to relax. When Buffy had rinsed his hair, she reached over and grabbed his Ivory soap off of the soap dish. She rubbed the soap in her hands until she had created a fine lather. She then rubbed the soap downs his arms massaging her way down to his finger tips. She worked her fingers into his hands to relax them. She then ran her hands back up his arms and then over his back and felt the muscles ripple and relax as she touch them. She worked her way down to his butt, giving it a playful squeeze. She giggled when he growled at her. She then turned him around so she could wash his chest. She paid special attention to his nipples. When she rinsed off his chest, she kissed and licked him all over. Going lower and dipping her tongue in his navel. She then lathered more soap in her hands and worked her way down his well muscled legs and down to his feet. As she massaged his feet, he laid his head against the wall behind the tub and relaxed. It felt wonderful and knowing that it was the woman he loved that was doing this to him. He didn’t think any woman could touch him the way Buffy did.
As soon as Buffy had finished, she let the water out of the tub. Then, they both, slightly pruned, got out and wrapped themselves in their robes. They went to the bedroom where they continued to wash away the stress of their day together.
THE END